"Sir, I am so kind to you, I am so unworthy of you."
"Okay, okay, when you ate my peach, I didn't think you were ashamed." The old man waved his hands with a look of disgust, looked up at the ink dragon in the air, and didn't see him speak. After a while,
The ink dragon glanced at Li Luo, who was like an ant, and nodded. His expression seemed to have softened a lot, and he was no longer so hostile to the old man.
The old man jerked his hand, and the fishing line fell from the corner of Mo Jiao's forehead. Mo Jiao shook his neck, his beard rustled in the air, snorted, slowly lowered his head, and came close to Li
He fell in front of him. When he got closer, he felt that the black dragon was so big that the black snake seemed a bit smaller compared to it.
Li Luo didn't dare to neglect, he bowed his hands, saluted Mo Jiao, and said, "Thank you for your help, senior." He didn't know if Mo Jiao understood what he heard, but the coldness in his eyes was somewhat dissipated.
"Let's go, let's go. If you delay any longer, you will really become a lonely ghost. You won't be able to leave even if you want to." The old man waved to say goodbye. Li Luo didn't show any pretense, he apologized and climbed onto Mo Jiao's body.
, having had the experience of staying on a black snake, he naturally knows where to sit most safely. Li Luo, who was sitting on the back of the Mojiao's head and neck, looked down at the old man by the pool and asked loudly, "May I ask your senior's name?
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"Haha, this old gatekeeper has a distinguished name. I have long forgotten it."
Forgot, this is a rare state. Li Luo didn't ask further questions, and gave a salute with cupped fists. The old man obviously didn't want to say more. He had an old relationship with Tianhuo, and maybe he had a close relationship with Yuan Xue. Naturally, he didn't want to speak ill of anyone, so he just kept silent.
This is the place where the three realms and six realms alternate.
The ink dragon swam slowly, showing signs of moving. Li Luo asked the last question: "Old sir, do you think there are really dragons in this world?"
The old man was stunned, and looked at Li Luo with a hint of surprise and praise in his eyes. Such a sharp-minded outsider would actually use such questions to pry into the secrets of this place. But it was good, at least those people didn't do it at the beginning.
Said this question cannot be answered.
"Haha, there is no such thing as a dragon in this world. A three-foot snake, in the eyes of ants, is nothing more than a dragon that can turn mountains and seas, soar into the clouds and ride on mist."
Li Luo thought for a while, nodded, and expressed his sincere thanks: "Thank you, sir, take care. See you later." The old man waved his hand and looked at Li Luo with a smile. He didn't know if he had seen it wrong. He always felt that the old man
There is a hint of loneliness in his eyes that cannot be concealed.
Mo Jiao got a little impatient after waiting. He twisted his neck and suddenly flew into the air. This startled Li Luo. He hurriedly grabbed the mane behind Mo Jiao's neck and stabilized his body. He saw Mo Jiao flying hundreds of feet into the air.
After a while, he then turned sharply down and rushed towards the pool with a force like a strong wind. Li Luo couldn't even open his eyes and could only keep his body as close to the body of the black dragon as possible to avoid being blown down by the evil wind it stirred up.
It's a pity that I didn't have time to say goodbye to the old man one last time.
The ink dragon is no better than the black snake. After all, it is a psychic beast. It has the ability to control water flow. After entering the pool, Li Luo not only did not feel heavy pressure or suffocation, but the water surrounded him, feeling cool and gentle, as if he had
The little hands of the thin horsemen gently caressed the body, which was very refreshing. The Mo Jiao was not the Mo Jiao, and naturally the water was not a real pool. There was something in the old man's words, and Li Luo had already guessed it, so he would not take it seriously.
Believe what he saw in front of him. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder whether he had fallen into a realistic dream the moment he stepped into the virtual world. When he woke up, he might be sitting at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
On the stone, there was still the blood moon above the head, and there was silence all around.
He has doubts about the real illusion around him, but although the virtual realm is a virtual realm, it cannot be denied that once you die in the virtual realm, except for beings like Yueniang who don’t know how to explain it, they, the outsiders from the mountains, will
Really will die.
There is no harm in being careful. Even in dreams, there are few opportunities to ride on a dragon and fly into the sea. It is difficult to have such an experience again in this life. The old man said firmly that this is a way to survive, but he does not know what this way of living is.
Where does it lead to? Is it the virtual realm? Is it the extreme north? Or the south of Luye Naga... If it is in the virtual realm, that place itself is already dead.
At this thought, Li Luo felt a little melancholy. Everyone is destined to die, regardless of the severity, but no one will leave willingly. The bottom of the pool is still a strange scenery, with colors, strange lines, spots of different shades, and clouds of uncertain light and darkness.
It seems to be hiding some secret, and it seems like there is nothing. If you look carefully, it is somewhat similar to the murals on the rock walls beside the rugged mountain road from the top of the snow-capped mountains, but it is far more complicated. I think the sky fire must have been carved on the road back then.
Those line drawings and writings are most likely extracted from these magnificent and fantastic scenes. There may be the power of rules that Xiao Shang covets. In Li Luo's opinion, those things are more
The Book of Heaven is even more profound. Not to mention reading, I can’t even understand it, so it’s better to save some effort.
The Mo Jiao passed through the bottom of the pool very quickly, much faster than the Black Snake did at the beginning. After a few breaths, the scenery in front of him changed. A mirror seemed to appear at the bottom of the pool, which was white and had some fleeting splendor. Through it,
On the mirror, some broken and fragmented pictures slowly floated up and down. Some of them looked familiar, but most of them were unfamiliar pictures that they had never seen before. The ink dragon had no intention of stopping, and with a dragon roar, he pointed at the mirror.
He plunged in. The mirror surface was not broken. The moment he entered, Li Luo felt a beam of light passing through his body. He lost consciousness for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he and the ink dragon were already behind the mirror.
There is also a void behind the mirror. There are clouds when looking up, a winding road when looking down, and endless wilderness to the left and right. It looks vast and boundless, but there is a feeling of crowding. The ink dragon is not hurrying.
Xu, quite a bit idle, Li Luo wanted to go back early, but this ink dragon was no better than others, let alone Xuan Snake, so after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, don't provoke it again, it would make him angry.
If you shake yourself out of the air, you will lose more than you gain.
This road is a bit long. Looking at the unchanging scenery in front of him and the unhurried Mo Jiao, Li Luo feels anxious. With this look, when he leaves here, the day lilies will be cold and the dust has settled. How can he have the nerve to go out?
, it’s better to hang out with the old man.
Finally, Li Luo couldn't help shouting: "Shangxian, how long until we can go out?"
Mo Jiao turned a deaf ear and continued to slowly carry Li Luo to fly somewhere. Li Luo asked again, maybe because he thought he was too noisy.